My (undoubtedly terrible) bracket has been filled out and submitted, and while I’m bummed that Richmond didn’t make it into the field of 68, I’m hoping VCU has an extended run in them. To that end, I’d like to humbly suggest a companion song for anyone with a team they’d like to see survive and advance in the weeks to come…

John Fullbright may not know it, but he wrote the perfect tournament song in “Moving.”

Just look at the chorus:

“Don’t worry about gasoline”
As a player, you might find yourself in a region that’s on the other side of the country, and you might get stuck playing in an arena that’s just down the road from the school you’re playing against, but you can’t let it get to you. You have to stay focused, regardless of where you are. The better you play, the quieter that hostile crowd will get.

“Don’t worry about the TV screen”
There will likely be a jumbotron where you’re playing, and when you screw up, they’re going to show it over and over. They just are. Forget about that airballed free throw. Let that pass fly into the eighth row. No matter what happens, it’s the next play that matters most.

“Don’t worry about the bombs that fall”
There are some lethal teams out there when it comes to three point shooting — Gonzaga, Utah — and when those teams get hot, it’s going to feel like the roof is caving in. Have faith that the law of averages will even things out. If it doesn’t, you’re screwed anyway, and fretting won’t do a thing.

“Don’t worry about nothing at all”
Mindlessness is huge in basketball. When you hear players reference “the zone,” that’s what they’re talking about — clearing the mind so that the body’s mechanics can flow as automatically as possible. Want to be the one dropping bombs? Don’t worry about nothing at all.